Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.